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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/27473893">"What do you mean, you LOST Steve?!"</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Banashee/pseuds/Banashee'>Banashee</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>65 Random Prompts [19]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Hawkeye (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Age Regression/De-Aging, Baking, Chaos, Comic Book Science, Family Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Gen, Kid Avengers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Protective Phil Coulson, Protective Thor (Marvel), Team as Family</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-11-09</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-11-09</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-06 19:20:52</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,528</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/27473893</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Banashee/pseuds/Banashee</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>“What do you mean, you lost Steve?!”<br/>“In my defense, he’s tiny!”<br/>“So are you!”<br/>“Boys, please. I’ve been gone for like 30 minutes, can anyone explain to me what happened here while I was gone?” While he finishes the sentence, Phil bats off the slowly extending arm of a plant that’s trying to eat his sleeve. </p><p> </p><p>-<br/>Part 3 of 7</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Bruce Banner &amp; Tony Stark, Clint Barton &amp; Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton &amp; Tony Stark, Phil Coulson &amp; Avengers Team, Phil Coulson &amp; Thor, Thor &amp; Avengers Team</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>65 Random Prompts [19]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/1606429</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>10</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>61</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>"What do you mean, you LOST Steve?!"</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>Another prompt list thingy with my dear friend @banana_ink.<br/>Full prompt list can be found here:<br/>https://banashee.tumblr.com/post/190342596571/65-random-writing-prompts</p><p>Part 3 of 7</p>
    </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <strong>"What do you mean, you LOST Steve?!"</strong>
</p><p>
  <span>“What do you mean, you </span>
  <em>
    <span>lost</span>
  </em>
  <span> Steve?!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“In my defense, he’s tiny!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“</span>
  <em>
    <span>So are you!”</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <span>Tony puffs up his chest like a peacock, trying to make himself look bigger than the scrawny 12-year old that he currently is. Besides, that answer is kinda hypocritical, given that Clint himself is only 1 and a half inches taller than Tony is at the moment - or any given moment, actually. Even when Clint isn’t currently a teenager, that half-inch in particular seems to be important to him. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Tony is about to spit out a rebuttal for that comment about being tiny, but the older boy looks at him in utter confusion and disbelief, quiver dangling from his arm while he gestures through the air. Clint has no idea what’s going on. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>All he knows is that he went shooting arrows and when he arrived upstairs, everything is in utter chaos and he’s being dragged through the hallway by Tony who keeps yelling that Steve is lost and they need to find him. And now they’re here, somewhere in the tower and not any smarter than before. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>With a sigh, Phil interrupts their bickering. Just like Clint, he doesn’t know what is even happening. But since he is one of the designated parent-adults, it’s on him to figure this out. One would think that he’s gotten used to this in the last few weeks. After all, most of the team is living their lives as kids for the better part of a month now, but with these humans around him, Phil knows, things are never quiet for long, no matter their age.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He has the remarkable ability to stay calm in pretty much any situation. He’s got this.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Boys, please. I’ve been gone for like 30 minutes, can anyone explain to me what happened here while I was gone?” While he finishes the sentence, Phil bats off the slowly extending arm of a plant that’s trying to eat his sleeve. The thing has taken over most of the floors occupied by the Avengers, spreading out at an alarming speed. Who knew that venus fly traps could be this… Invasive?</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Clint shrugs helplessly. As confused as he is, he is worried about Steve.  Because Tony is right, </span>
  <em>
    <span>Steve is tiny</span>
  </em>
  <span>, but it doesn’t stop him from seeking out all sorts of trouble. The main issue is probably that Steve manages to look completely innocent and adorable, even when he is about to set fire to something just to see what happens. It’s an issue. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I don’t know, I’ve been shooting arrows downstairs. Then Tony came running and yelling about Steve being lost and I don’t know what’s happening. Tony?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The younger boy looks uncomfortable, chewing on his lower lip and eyes flickering back and forth. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Okay, so I know this sounds bad…” Hesitating for a moment, he looks up at Phil. The plant is sneaking up at them again, and Phil shoves it off - he would very much like to know how this much chaos ensured in such a short timespan, but then again, he’s learned lately that the kiddie-versions of the Avengers are, naturally, even more of a human tornado than usual. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Phil can also tell that Tony seems to feel guilty about something - he, as well as everyone else, has opened up a bit by now, but the trust issues are still very much present. Right now, he avoids looking him in the eyes.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Please tell me what happened. No one is mad, we just need to know what is going on so we can help. And find Steve. How did he get lost?.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Tony sighs, then he starts talking to the slowly extending venus fly trap next to Phil’s head, keeping his eyes focused on the plant while he explains as quickly as possible what happened.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Okay, so I was in the lab with Bruce…”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>*+~ </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Normally, the labs would have been off-limits for kids of their age. But then again, it would be more than a little far-fetched to call any of the Avengers “normal”, no matter how old they are. As it is, both Tony and Bruce are both highly intelligent and easily bored, although Bruce isn’t really one to voice that latter part out loud. He simply tries to find any kind of occupation that he can, which usually ends up being whatever book he can get his hands on. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Being quiet and invisible is what he does best. Knowing his file and the environment he grew up in, it doesn’t exactly surprise anyone, but they do worry about him.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Right now though, he seems to be happy enough. </span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Science is fascinating, and getting to share the excitement and </span>
  </em>
  <span>learning new things </span>
  <em>
    <span>with an older friend like Tony, is… Amazing. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>As soon as the fear and weariness from the beginning of their age regression has worn off a bit, the two of them are oftentimes attached to the hip.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Tony himself had never really had friends before, especially friends he could share his excitement with. School is school, but his classmates are quite a few years older than him and don’t really care about hanging out with a 12-year old. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Meeting Bruce is like meeting a younger, much more quiet version of himself, and that is both </span>
  </em>
  <span>fascinating</span>
  <em>
    <span> and wonderful. The two of them get along beautifully.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long for them to get permission to use the science labs in the tower, although there are some general ground rules set and Phil and Thor quickly remove anything that might be too dangerous for the children to be around. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>It works out, until this one day, when they come across a hidden drawer full of glass bottles. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>To be fair, no one, besides probably the adult-versions of Tony and Bruce knew about that one, and the kids don’t really mean anything by opening it - Tony bumps into the side of the table with his knee on accident, and suddenly the drawer opens up.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“Ow! Oh hey, look at this!”</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“What is it?” Bruce looks up from his experiment when he hears a bump and the older boy say “ow!” but then he sees what Tony is pointing at.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“Oh!” He climbs off of the chair - jumping really since his feet dangle in the air when he’s sitting on it. As soon as Bruce hits the floor, only a bit of hair is visible over the edge of the table. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“What’s in there? Are we even supposed to use this?”</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“It doesn’t say… Hold on.”</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Tony is curious, pulling out a few of the bottles to investigate their contents from the outside. Bruce on the other hand is getting nervous, uncertainty strong.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“We, uh, I think we should put this back. If it was hidden…” he trails off, chewing on his lower lip and shuffling his feet. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>For a moment, Tony looks like he wants to argue with that, but then thinks better of it. Bruce is probably right. He is aware that being allowed in here without supervision is a privilege and he doesn’t want to jeopardize it, even though his curiosity is nagging at the back of his brain. </span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>“Yeah, okay, you’re right.” He is about to just pack everything back where it was, but then it happens.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Tony knocks over one of the vials on the table by accident and jumps to catch it in time before it rolls off of the edge and hits the ground. Naturally, while doing so, he knocks over the remaining two and in a series of unfortunate events, glass breaks, and strange liquids mix up. Rushing to clean it all up, a few drops of the concoction drip into a nearby flower pot, and then everything happens way too fast. In a matter of minutes, the venus fly trap has grown unnatural amounts, and then two boys scramble to get out of the room.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span> ~+*</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“...So, an unknown substance got into a houseplant down there, it kind of mutated, spread out, infected other plants on the way. And now we can’t find Steve anywhere in this jungle?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Phil sums it all up, admittedly assuming that last part, but it’s not far-fetched at all. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>He is quickly walking alongside the two boys as they try to make their way through the mess. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Uhm - yeah, pretty much.” Tony admits sheepishly, looking guilty as he pushes his way past another snapping head of venus fly trap. “We didn’t know where he was before, and now we can’t find him anywhere.” He looks guilty and miserable. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I promise.” he adds, careful not to sound too defensive, but not very successful.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It’s okay, Tony, I believe you.” the boy in question doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he nods nonetheless. It doesn’t escape Phil’s attention that Tony takes all of the blame to himself, leaving Bruce completely out of it. But he is nowhere to be seen, so he needs to ask,</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Do you know where Bruce is right now? I’d rather keep everyone close together at the moment.” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“He went to tell Thor when we realized we couldn’t find Steve. I think they’re already looking for him, together with Nat, so I ran to get Clint…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You did the right thing. Now let’s go find the others.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The three of them make a run for it, and finally, when they round a corner, there is Thor with Bruce, Nat and Lucky in tow. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Any success?” Phil asks, worried, but glad that at least the rest of the family is together.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Not yet, but we’re onto something. This way!” Thor adds, pointing in the direction where Lucky is shuffling with his nose on the floor.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Wait, you’re letting Lucky search for him? That’s genius!” Clint pipes up, and it’s the first thing he’s said in a while. But his love and adoration for this dog has been clear from the second he’d set eyes on him. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It was Nat’s idea!” Bruce offers proudly, while Thor is holding up one of his sweaters that was clearly the source of scent for the dog. Nat is beaming next to them.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The little girl had shaken her head no everytime someone would call her “Natasha”, always correcting that it was  “Natalia”. The nickname didn’t take long at all to establish itself, and she seems to be more and more comfortable here every single day. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>From the start, she’d spent most of her time either lurking in doorways or behind a corner, just watching everyone else around her, unsure how to interact or ask for anything. As young as she is, distrust and uncertainty of the people around her are a long standing habit already and it’s heartbreaking to think about.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The language barrier isn’t nearly as much of a problem as they’d thought - clearly, the Red Room starts teaching the girls other languages early on, making it easier to blend in. Now, spending so much time in America, Nat picks up more and more of the language every day, soaking up knowledge like a sponge. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>But then again, she is also slowly warming up to them - the first person she latched onto had been Clint - if this has anything to do with subconsciousness or simply the fact that on the day they got turned into kids, he was busy throwing sharp and heavy objects on any adult trying to grab them, they’re not quite sure.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Unsurprising to anyone who knows the two as adults, they are a package deal, no matter the circumstances.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Clint himself, being the oldest of the kids, is both paranoid and protective - it has taken him by far the longest to warm up to any adult, even Phil and Thor. He’s okay with being around them, and even talking a bit lately because they’ve made it clear that they won’t force him or any of the other kids to do anything, and won’t come close unless given explicit permission. It works out better than expected, although it is still very much a work in progress. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>None of this will stop him from putting himself in between the younger kids and anything that might possibly be a threat. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Right now, all of them have one collective concern though: find Steve.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>As sweet and polite as he is, that boy is trouble. He’s curious, in general but especially here in this entirely new and exciting time for him. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>To be fair, Avengers Tower is an adventure for everyone who comes here for the first time. For a 10 year old boy coming straight from 1928 it must be like living in a science fiction novel. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Regardless: this is the very same boy who thinks it is a good idea to climb out of windows and explore the outside of the tower, only to be picked up by a very confused and concerned Spider-Man, putting him back inside and shouting down a hallway,</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey Folks, I picked up a very small and very brave boy from your rooftop! Does he belong to anyone? hellooohoo?!” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>So, yeah. This is indeed a very concerning situation, especially with a mutated giant plant in the house that takes over everything it can reach.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Only a few minutes later, their search for Steve ends with Thor wrestling aside a particularly nasty piece of plant, Lucky barking excitedly and making a run to lick all over Steve’s face, who indeed, sits on the ground, unharmed and completely unconcerned. His notepad and a few colored pencils are scattered around him, the green on the paper indicating that he might have tried to draw the venus fly trap that’s currently resting one head on his shoulder.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>A shout of relief runs through the entire group, and Phil can only barely restrain himself from tackling the goddamn plant and pry it off of Steve. Whenever this whole age regression thing ends, Phil is pretty damn certain he’ll have lost whatever is left of his hair from stress at that point.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Hi!” The bright smile on the little boy’s face when he greets the others is like the sun coming up. Steve carefully strokes the venus fly trap head on his shoulder, then reaches to the side and pulls away with a fork full of what looks like meatballs. Everyone else just stares for a moment, because what?</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Steve!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Steve! Oh my god!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Thank the allfather, you’re okay!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Uh. </span>
  <em>
    <span>Are</span>
  </em>
  <span> you okay?” </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What the fuck.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Language!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Are you… </span>
  <em>
    <span>Feeding</span>
  </em>
  <span> this thing??”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The questions come out in a messy jumble at the same time and Steve beams up at them.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Oh, yes, I’m fine! This is Cleopatra, by the way. I figured, a plant this alive should have a name, right?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“...You… Named </span>
  <em>
    <span>and</span>
  </em>
  <span> feed this thing. OK, cool. What the hell is going on?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Phil blinks a few times, collecting himself. Everyone seems to be at a loss for words, but at least, all kids are safe and alive, and honestly, that’s probably all they can ask for at the moment. He’ll be bald by the end of the month, Phil is sure of it.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“So… What are we going to do about this?” someone asks, and the room is in silence for a minute or two.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Lucky is on his back, letting Steve rub his belly. Then, a leaf is slowly creeping up at him and the dog jumps, growling and putting himself in between the plant and the boy. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>This is probably their cue to do something.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Together, all of them walk towards the end of the hallway. They’re not that far from their general living area, but there is a bit of space left, several doors leading to different rooms. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You. Stop eating my jacket.” Phil scolds the plant and pulls it away from his sleeve. At this point, it’s useless to do so since there are more fabric scraps than actual sleeves hanging off of his shoulder at this point. Still, it’s a matter of principle. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>The plant didn’t grow eyes, but Phil swears, if it did, it would have glared at him. Weirder things have happened here. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I think we should somehow contain this beast, lest it’ll take over everything” Thor points out, carefully picking up a potted cactus from the windowsill, but too late - it snarls at him and he holds it away from himself as it makes its way towards his beard. He smiles at the thing, slightly shaking his head. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>As much as he likes the chaos that comes with his teammates turned into kids, this is getting out of control.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Agreed. We just need to find a room…” Phil trains off, looking down the hallway and weighting out their options.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“We never use the room in the back.” Steve points out, holding out the last meatball on a fork for Cleopatra to eat. She inhales the offering in record speed and then burps loudly. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m still not sure if this” Clint gestures with his elbow towards the empty plate, since he’s otherwise occupied with wrestling one of the larger plant parts together with Lucky, who is biting at it to keep it away from the kids, “is a good idea or another problem.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Definitely not a good idea. But I honestly don’t care as long as it keeps this thing happy long enough for us to store it somewhere.” Phil grabs a handful of another plant, the mutated Monstera in his way and makes his way to the end of the hallway. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Her name is Cleopatra!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Alright, as long as </span>
  <em>
    <span>Cleopatra</span>
  </em>
  <span> is happy for long enough to put her in a contained room, I’ll be happy.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Phil will probably have to pay for this in the near future - but for now, he really doesn’t give a fuck. All that matters to him is that the kids are all safe and everyone is back together. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>The seven of them spend a significant amount of their afternoon stuffing plants into the office, and when they close the door again, pushing in the leaves and extending heads of Cleopatra the Venus Fly Trap in an attempt to stop them from leaving the room, they simultaneously let out a big sigh of relief.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>A few days later, the kids are busy kneading cookie dough in the kitchen, with Thor by their side and Phil working on his laptop in a corner, listening with one ear and smiling every now and then. It’s been a fairly uneventful day so far, which for them, is always a good thing. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>They laugh, bicker and argue just like any big family would, teasing one another, stealing bits of chocolate and dough from the next person and generally having a blast. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>It’s a good day, and they hope that they’ll get more of those in the foreseeable future, until there is a cure for the spell that will turn everyone back into an adult.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>More or less secretly, both Thor and Phil want to make sure that their friends get to collect some nice childhood memories. Neither of those children has had an easy upbringing they know, and even though they are unsure if it’ll even work, it doesn’t stop them from trying. They love these people and they love spending time with them, one way or another. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You dropped something!” Steve laughs, accompanied by the sound of Lucky shooting up from his blanket and in between their feet to catch the bit of dough. Thankfully, there is no chocolate in it, because no one can move fast enough to stop the dog from inhaling it.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Too late. Oh well.” Clint bends down to Lucky, and is greeted with doggy breath and what Lucky considers a proper greeting - slobbering all over his face.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“This is not good for you, boy. I love you still.” he tells the dog, and holds his hands out of reach before Lucky decides it would be a good idea to lick them, too. They’re still covered in baking ingredients, after all. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Suddenly, the elevator makes it’s usual ‘pling’ sound, indicating that someone arrived just now. Just a moment later, a surprised yelp sounds from somewhere in the hallway, followed by </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What the hell?!” in Pepper’s voice, and then, much, much louder:</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“PHIL!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The man in question looks up from his laptop, blinking. Slowly, very slowly he gets up from his seat.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Poop with knives.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The kids turn around with regretful expressions and a silent “Oh shit” mirroring each other in their faces - it looks about right. Even Thor looks like that, although he pats Phil on the shoulder apologetically, leaving behind a large handprint with flour on his sweater.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Ah, the wrath of Lady Pepper. Farewell, dear friend.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Phil sighs on his way out.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You got this, Phil! Sorry!” one of the kids calls after him, and it actually makes him huff a laugh.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m really feeling the love there, guys. See you, later.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The smile that Pepper greets him with is sugary sweet and murderous. One of her sleeves looks like it’s been gnawed on by a vicious venus fly trap… </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Pepper, hi. I’m terribly sorry about this, but I’m sure we can find a solution…”</span>
</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>*+~</p><p> </p><p>23 - Hiding</p>
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